The Wrong Girl and the Wronged Girl (Stella and Ethan) novel Chapter 820

820 Guess Who Hates You Now

When Victor finally stepped out, Dale’s expression darkened to the point of near black. The look Victor gave him–it wasn’t just cold; it was contemptuous. What kind of look was that supposed to be? Was that the look a future son–in–law should give?

Trevor, clutching his stomach, forced himself to straighten and moved behind Dale. “Sir.”

Dale met Victor’s gaze–those eyes brimming with murderous intent–and his voice dropped to a grim chill. “Mr. Victor, what’s the meaning of this?”

His tone was razor sharp.

“The meaning?” Victor’s lips curved faintly, the mockery in his eyes unmistakable. “Mr. Dale, perhaps you should tell me what your meaning is. Is this how you come to visit someone?”

“So Mr. Victor thinks my attitude is the problem?”

Dale’s aura turned glacial.

He had come to question Victor, but somehow it was Victor who was now questioning him. The audacity left him seething.

Victor gave him a sidelong glance, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a flick of his lighter. He took two slow drags, the smoke curling between them like a living thing. He didn’t speak–but his silence carried weight, the kind that pressed down on the air itself.

Dale inhaled deeply. “Who was behind the strike against the Ashen Pact?”

Lately, Victor, Derrick, and Abraham had all been tearing into the Ashen Pact with terrifying precision.

Of the three, Derrick and Marie had made the first move. Derrick… and Marie–do they represent the Dawson family?

And Victor had always been Abraham’s man.

In this storm of chaos, Dale was desperate to draw a clear line, to see who was truly pulling the strings. He needed to know whether it was Victor acting on his own, or Abraham using him as a

weapon.

Victor exhaled a thin plume of smoke. “Does it matter?”

Dale’s tone hardened. “As far as I recall, the Ashen Pact and Mr. Abraham have no personal grudge.”

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The way he said no grudge was thin and uncertain; even he could hear the hollowness in his voice.

The Ashen Pact’s dealings were dark and dirty; that much was undeniable. They’d never dared challenge Abraham openly, but in the shadows? Who knew what they had done behind his back?

Victor didn’t bother to hide anything. His answer came like a blade.

A cold laugh slipped from his throat. “Whether you and Abraham have a grudge or not, I couldn’t care less. But as for who struck the Ashen Pact–it was me.”

Dale froze.

His breath hitched; his chest tightened.

“You?”

That single word fell heavy with disbelief–and anger. It was him. It was actually him…

Victor had power of his own, sure–but he’d always answered to Abraham.

And now he’d gone so far as to drag Marie and Derrick into it too, bending them to his will in this reckless strike against the Ashen Pact.

Dale’s entire body tensed, his voice rising. “You can’t possibly-”

“Can’t?” Victor’s tone was cutting. “Why not?”

“Then what about you and Tess?” Dale’s voice cracked with outrage.

He was with Tessa–yet here he was, destroying her father’s faction.

What did that make their relationship?

Victor’s lips twisted into a cold, mocking smile. “Tess, huh?”

“You’re asking if I’ll spare the Ashen Pact for her sake?”

Every word dripped with scorn. His tone, his smile–it was all pure mockery.

And to Dale, it was like salt ground into an open wound.

He drew in a harsh breath. “What grudge do you have with the Ashen Pact?”

“None.”

Dale stared at him, speechless.

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“I just can’t stand them,” Victor said flatly. “Is that not reason enough?”

His words hit Dale like a slap, taunting and arrogant.

He looked into Victor’s eyes and saw something beneath the mockery–a hatred so deep, so raw, it made his stomach twist.

This wasn’t just disdain. It was vengeance.

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